Deep underground, in an area three hundred zhang wide.
"This injury is indeed quite serious this time."
Bai Ziyue coughed softly, spitting out a cloud of blood mist.
Master Tianhe's determined strike, coupled with the earth's crushing layers of pressure, far exceeded what he faced when confronting Beixuan Sect Leader Master Meng Chuan.
In addition, because he hurried without tending to his injuries, what would have taken two to three days to recover now required five to six days.
"But fortunately, I escaped."
With a sigh of relief, Bai Ziyue's divine sense moved slightly, and several bottles of spirit pills appeared.
He had a lot of healing medicines, many of which were obtained from enemies' spoils of war. Though most were of lower grade, there were still some good items he had kept.
With a casual squeeze, all the spirit pills from several jade bottles spilled out.
